Why My Cultivation Method So Different？

2Ye Qingxuan and the others had already arrived above the Luotian Holy Land. Ye Qingxuan leapt onto the ground, and everyone followed him.     3

    

Ye Ziyang and the others immediately stood up and said respectfully, "We pay our respects to the Saint!"    

    

"We greet the Son!"    

    

"We pay our respects to the Son!"    

    

...    

    

As Ye Ziyang and the others stood up, all the cultivators of Eastern Continent stood up and cupped their hands in greeting.    

    

Of course, other than Shen Junmo, Young Master Shen was sitting cross-legged with his legs crossed, looking very relaxed.    

    

"No need for formalities."    

    

Ye Qingxuan said faintly.    

    

"Thank you, Saint!"    

    

Everyone thanked him and sat down.    

    

"Saint, only you can sit in this seat. Please." Ye Ziyang said.    

    

Err...    

    

Ye Qingxuan looked at the Dragon Emperor and was speechless. Why was this place so luxurious? Furthermore, I am not a high-profile person.    

    

"Mr Wuchen, please." Xu Feng said.    

    

"Alright..."    

    

Ye Qingxuan had no choice but to agree. Since Xu Feng had already spoken, it would be too disrespectful if he didn't sit down.    

    

"Alright." The dragon throne looked incomparably domineering, as if it could accommodate two people.    

    

Ye Qingxuan slowly sat down, there were no words that could describe Ye Qingxuan's current mood.    

    

He only felt oppressed... Damn it! This father is a C! Everyone's gaze is focused on me!    

    

I am really... the center of attention...    

    

"Hey, Senior Brother Qingxuan, this seat seems to be able to seat two people!"    

    

Ning Zixun saw that the dragon seat was very spacious and did not hesitate to say it out loud.    

    

"Er... Yes..."    

    

Ning Zixun blinked her eyes and smiled mischievously. She said, "Then can I sit with you, Senior Brother Qingxuan?"    

    

"Er..."    

    

Ye Qingxuan was speechless.    

    

Seeing that Ye Qingxuan did not say anything, Ning Zixun smiled and said, "Then I will treat it as senior brother agreeing."    

    

After saying that, she sat beside Ye Qingxuan and held Ye Qingxuan's right hand with her left hand. She leaned her head on Ye Qingxuan's shoulder with a satisfied expression.    

    

Lang Jiuzhou and the other two came behind Ye Qingxuan. Daoist Chentian scanned the surrounding people with a cautious expression.    

    

The Qi that was emitted from his body made many disciples feel oppressed.    

    

When his eyes fell upon Shen Junmo, his pupils suddenly enlarged, and his face was filled with fear.    

    

Shen Junmo seemed to have noticed Daoist Chentian's gaze as well. He turned his head to look at Daoist Chentian, smiled at him, and muttered two words.    

    

Although there was no sound, Daoist Chentian could tell from the shape of his mouth that he was referring to "ants."    

    

Daoist Chentian suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He was complaining in his heart, 'Damn it, is it easy for me to show off in the lower realm?'    

    

How did I meet such an expert?    

    

Damn it, could it be that the Immortal Realm was being oppressed by the Cultivation Realm?    

    

"Who is the Son?"    

    

At this moment, a voice sounded.    

    

Everyone looked up and saw a man with a disdainful expression. It was the Flame Dragon from before.    

    

"What's the matter?"    

    

Ye Xiao came in front of Yan Long with a cold gaze.    

    

"What is it?" Yan Long smiled, "I want to see what the legendary Son of God looks like!"    

    

"The one sitting on the dragon is the Son of God, right?"    

    

Yan Long pointed at Ye Qingxuan.    

    

"Does it have anything to do with you?"    

    

Ye Xiao's face immediately turned cold.    

    

"F * ck! Are you f * cking cheap?!" Yan Long flew into a rage and said furiously, "F * ck, who do you think you are? How dare a puny Deification Stage stop me?!"    

    

Ye Xiao laughed, "If you want to fight Senior Brother Qingxuan, you have to get past me first. I will crush you with one hand. Do you believe me?"    

    

Yan Long burst into laughter, "Hahaha, crush me with one hand? You can try!"    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Ye Xiao shouted and closed his eyes.    

    

Whoosh!    

    

A faint white light emerged from Ye Xiao's body. He suddenly opened his eyes and beckoned with his hands, "Ye Xiao of Qingyun Holy Land, please teach me!"